On the evening of December 7, 1941.
The arrogant Zero fighter is like a proud prince standing in the sunset. The silver-gray fuselage shines brightly in the golden sunshine. The nose of the aircraft is slightly tilted, like a proud head, full of aristocratic air.
In order to achieve the surprise effect, all Zero fighters do not carry auxiliary fuel tanks, the propellers have been turned to the "start" position, the cockpits are all open, and mechanics stand on both sides at any time.
The pilots standing on both sides of the ship watched the sun gradually turn into a dark red in the west. They couldn't help but get excited. They wished they could jump into the cabin of the Zero fighter immediately, fly into the blue sky, and shoot down the Americans. The shit is flowing.
"Report to Commander, all fighter planes preparing to attack Pearl Harbor are ready to go!"
As the leader of this sneak attack, Lieutenant Colonel Mitsuo Fuchida, after receiving reports from all his squadron leaders, personally reported to Chuichi Nagumo who was standing on the bridge of the aircraft carrier [Akagi].
Standing next to Nagumo Chuichi were Chief of Staff Kusaka, Captain Hasegawa, Captain Miura Kai and others.
At this time, everyone was staring at the fiery red sunset slowly setting in the west with solemn expressions. Behind the aircraft carrier Akagi was the aircraft carrier Kaga. Its flight deck was also full of soldiers, who were also silently talking. Watching the sunset.
Behind the fleet is a white and long track, spreading straight into the distance.
"Yoshi!"
After hearing Lieutenant Colonel Mitsuo Fuchida's report, Nagumo Chuichi did not just nod slightly as usual, but responded for the first time, "Thank you for your hard work, Fuchida-kun!"
"Hai!"
Mizuo Fuchida tapped his heel lightly and bowed his head in a military salute.
Nayun Zhongyi looked forward, his sculptured face was as firm as steel, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downward: "Go ahead at full speed!"
Captain Miura Hai immediately shouted: "Full speed ahead!"
Then the first mate's voice came: "Full speed forward!"
Everyone on the deck stopped talking and looked at the sunset in silence. In their lives, there had never been a sunset like today, with a second as long as a thousand years.
When the fleet sailed quietly towards the depths of the enemy, all the commanders' moods were tense to the extreme.
As the destination approached, Nagumo Chuichi's inner torment became more like purgatory. He prayed that the afterglow of the sunset would be quickly replaced by darkness, so that his fleet could penetrate directly into the heart of the enemy in the darkness.
When victory is in sight, people become worried about gains and losses.
At this time, a strange thought flashed in Nagumo Chuichi's heart from time to time - what if an American reconnaissance plane appeared at this time?
Although he had already made a plan, Nagumo Chuichi, whose heart strings were stretched to the extreme, still had this strange idea pop up in his mind from time to time.
"Look! Fuchida-kun, our fighter jets are so majestic standing in the golden sunset. They are so noble. How I want to fly them like you and serve His Majesty the Emperor!"
In order to relieve everyone's tension, General Yamaguchi Bunta said to Lieutenant Colonel Mitsuo Fuchida in a relaxed tone.
"We are all your disciples, and we will definitely bring you heavy harvests!"
Fuchida also answered with a smile, soothing the tension and uneasiness in his heart.
The destination is just ahead, and no one knows what their fate will be tomorrow. Family, lovely mountains and rivers, all of this is like a revolving lantern, showing up in everyone's mind over and over again.
"What a beautiful sunset!"
Chief of Staff Caolu couldn't help but sigh. The speaker didn't mean it, but in the listener's mind it seemed to be a pun - the sunset is infinitely beautiful, I hope I can still see it tomorrow.
As dusk faded, everyone felt much more relaxed. Fuchida walked down the deck. At this time, many pilots were taking a shower. Then they changed from crotch pockets to underwear, as well as the outer military uniforms one by one, and put on their cleanest clothes. clothing.
Many people also trimmed their fingernails and hair, and wrapped the trimmed nails and hair in paper, put them in special envelopes or packages, and handed them to the supply ship traveling at the rear. After another two hours, the supply ship He stopped moving forward and stayed where he was, waiting for their good news.
The reason why the crew members left their nails and hair on is because after the war, once the bridge is hit by a bomb, the powerful destructive force will blow the whole person into a pulp, and then be washed into the sea by the sea water, becoming fish and shrimp. food.
At that time, only these things will be kept and sent to family members, and they may even be placed in shrines and revered by others.
Even though it was already sunset, all the personnel on the aircraft carrier were still busy concentrating on ensuring that tomorrow's attack would be safe...
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Back in time, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.
Night has just fallen in Honolulu, the capital of the Hawaiian Islands, known as the "Heart of the Pacific", and the nightlife called "Holy Weekend" by the American soldiers stationed here has just begun.
Under the flashing neon lights, most officers and soldiers were immersed in the feeling of drunkenness. Tomorrow is Sunday, and many people are ready to be happy until dawn.
Jazz music that is sometimes passionate and sometimes tactful comes from the colorful dance floor. Young officers are everywhere drinking in groups, and there are sensual animals wandering around with their lovers everywhere.
In the extremely luxurious "Pacific Nightclub", young soldiers are watching beautiful girls dancing sexy and enchanting dances. They are either holding beer or champagne, looking for their favorite prey while laughing...
The "Hawaiian Islands Bridge Center" is a favorite place for older officers. They play cards, chat, drink and dance here. They are not like the young soldiers who say some disgusting words around the enchanting dancers.
At this moment, in this scene, the American soldiers in Hawaii have forgotten all their troubles and worries, indulged in the sensuality of dogs and horses, and lingered on the gentle fragrance of wine.
Admiral Kimmel, the commander of the Pacific Fleet, was tipsy at the party. He remembered that he had a golf date with Admiral Short tomorrow, so he said goodbye to everyone and walked out of the lively "Harai Klani" hotel. , returned to the apartment and fell asleep quickly.
While most of the young officers were having fun, the members of Zhou Zhihan's Flying Tigers were quietly eating dinner at the base.
In the afternoon, when they were told by Zhou Zhihan that tomorrow's weekend was cancelled, everyone began to complain privately. The weekend carnival moment, which they had been looking forward to for a long time every week, was snuffed out so suddenly. This... …
Complaints are complaints. The bounden duty of soldiers is to obey. Now that they have come to Zhou Zhihan's command, they must obey absolutely.
Since they were selected by Zhou Zhihan to join the Flying Tigers, they have devoted themselves to training in the past half month, and the level of training is comparable to the usual three, four months or even half a year.
During the training, they learned a lot of knowledge about flight, offense, defense, and formation that they had never seen before, which greatly improved their air combat capabilities and will be of great help to their future promotions.
These pilots were not fools. Zhou Zhihan taught everything he had learned, and they looked at it with gratitude in their hearts.
During this period, the entire U.S. military has sensed that war is getting closer and closer, so these pilots all know that if they sweat now, they will bleed less on the battlefield in the future. If they sweat now and hone their skills, they will be able to bleed less in the future. There is hope of becoming an ace pilot among the favored ones that everyone envies.
Young people, who have no dreams.
As war approaches, dreams are at hand!
Zhou Zhihan once said to them: "Heroes emerge from troubled times. Troubled times are coming. If you want to be a hero, then first be a bear who only knows how to train and study, and don't think about anything else!"
Looking at the restaurant, only the Flying Tigers were eating dinner cooked by the army cook, while others were living and drinking, lingering on the bed of the hotel with the arms of beautiful women, so everyone still felt inexplicably upset while eating...
Young people, who doesn't want to be sensual and sensual.
Seeing everyone looking out the window absentmindedly, Zhou Zhihan knew what they were thinking.
After a while, Zhou Zhihan suddenly said to his team members: "Do you know what Chinese pilots did before each expedition on the anti-Japanese battlefield in China?"
